Nash is a 30-year-old orc born in Maðrvindr in a location called Jolslatra. his family has been born there for many generations, with his parents taking roles as shamons. At a young age, they wanted Nash to be a shaman as well, but the young orc Nash wanted to be a warrior instead. They refused, wanting to keep the tradition alive. So he was forced to attend, but didn't learn anything from it. He would either sleep or skip the classes to explore the wilderness. During his exploration, he would meet a human warrior who was simply traveling and planned to temporarily settle in Joslatra. Through their exchanges, he finds out that he was an adventurer and asked to teach him a few moves. The human sees the opportunity to pass down some knowledge he has gained through his journey, and teaches him how to fight with an axe. The human only stayed there for a week, but through that time, Nash got the chance to learn to fight like a warrior and has repeatedly trained with that knowledge until he was ready to explore the world on his own.
H: 7;8 ft
Hair: Dark Brown
skin: Dark Green
eyes: yellow
wears: Barbarian loincloth made of old sheets, and leather.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze meets run-down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—” Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long and uses at least two actions.
Example: Walking through the town with a loud thudding of his step, he found the shop that Nash hoped would hold some supplies for his travels. When he opens the door, he accidentally bumps his head on the doorframe and rubs his forehead. "Gah! damn door.." He looks over at the old hog and tells her. "I'm only here for supplies, that's all," he says, looking over to the hag, seeing the old wrinkles on her face, thinking how she must have some wisdom for her age, perhaps she could learn something about the land he's in. When the hag recognized him, he only raised a brow and worried if there was a bounty on his head, as he tends to get into trouble with a few folks on occasion. Nash would cautiously sit down and listen to what she had to say next. He would answer with some ruffness to his voice, "I came from Jolslatra, I used to live there with my family... What I hope is to find a great warrior that I could learn from, as knowledge can be a great source of strength."
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